Noon.
Daeren wore a straw hat and held a Hawaiian festival on the beach, personally simmering a pot of fresh soup.
Elia had been invited and curiously sized Daeren up.
He had gone bald.
Before long, Barristan had someone bring over the corpse of the Deformed Dragon, providing a reasonable explanation.
Prince Daeren had explored Dragon Mountain and encountered an evil dragon's attack.
While slaying the evil dragon alone, his hair had accidentally been scorched, so he had simply shaved his head.
Elia was speechless.
"One explanation is enough."
Daeren remained utterly calm, occasionally glancing at The Rake Prince moored by the shore.
The Young Dragons were there.
Early that morning, he had immediately transported the three Young Dragons back to the ship, then taken a detour to return from Dragon Mountain to Stone Drum Tower, pretending everything was normal.
After washing up, he invited Shayani and the others to the Hawaiian festival on Summer 11th.
His formidable composure told him one thing.
The more critical the moment, the more he had to go with the flow.
"Prince, everything is ready."
Davos walked over and gave him a reassuring look.
Daeren nodded lightly.
He had ordered Davos to prepare supplies for the voyage. They would leave Dragonstone today and return to King's Landing.
Newborn Young Dragons were fragile.
Once their existence was exposed, it would immediately draw countless covetous eyes.
"Father will probably be the first to try and take them."
Daeren pondered.
His first priority was leaving Dragonstone.
This place was full of Dornishmen.
Second, he needed to find a foolproof way to both protect the Young Dragons and let them serve a greater purpose.
"Second Brother, when can we drink the soup?"
Jaeherys ran over and obediently added firewood beneath the pot.
Daeren smiled. "Soon."
"Alright!"
Jaeherys's eyes